I wake in terror and fear of knowing the truth
If I really am suposed to be on this planet full of people much different than I am
If I might die tomorrow or live forever
Is my life as great as I think or is it pitiful and meaningless
Maybe it's just a lie that only grows bigger and bigger
Never shrinking and dying down
Am I even real
Who's to say I'm not a figment of someone elses imagination
Who's to say I really am anything at all
But I continue to follow through with my so called life
One doubt a day
365 days a year
...and 100 years (each) life time